Fitful Waiting
No one has been able to figure out just why Guardians have trouble manifesting in daylight, and The Light isn't talking. It wasn't a new thing, however, so it was just something Guardians trained for. That wasn't to say that they were useless in daylight, far from it. While they can still affect their surroundings, with great effort, something in the sun's light prevented any but the most powerful from being visible to normal humans.
To Gloriana, this was a minor obstacle. She did not want her charges to know she was keeping watch on them all the time now. She was worried, but she didn't want them to worry. So, she stayed invisible to them, except on her visits. She had quickly grown fond of the time spent with them, aware that it was something she had missed out on while actually alive. She tried to dwell on that as little as possible.
As other Guardians came into view or passed by, she nodded to them. Some returned it. Others didn't. She was used to it. As much as she was worried about what was going on with Gabriel, Glory was wondering if this was an exorcise in futility. Still. Better safe than sorry, she supposed.
After a month or two, however, she became more than a little concerned when Gabriel had not contacted her yet. She knew he could take care of himself, he was an archangel after all. She contemplated trying to get in touch with him, but she was afraid of alerting people that she really shouldn't. Undoubtedly, Phanuel would wonder why she wanted to talk with her old mentor. He may not be in on any conspiracies, but Phanuel did not like Glory very much and the feeling was quite mutual.
Then she started noticing a darkening of the Aether surrounding everything. It was a subtle thing, but the shadows were noticeably starting to creep. It was getting worse, she thought darkly. She spent most time not spent watching Raph and Cassie pacing in her quarters. She was careful not to let on, but Cassie and her father could tell something was wrong. Raphael finally asked her what was bothering her one night.
"What's on your mind?" Like everything, his voice was quiet when he asked.
"What? I am not sure what you mean, Raphael." She had known the question was coming, by the way both he and Cassie were watching her while she was around. Almost as closely as she was watching them.
"Come on. I may have only known you for a few months, but I am pretty good at reading people. You've been looking jittery for over a week now."
She was quiet for a time, looking at him, through him really. She didn't think it would be a good idea to tell him anything. Finally, she set her lips together. "I cannot say. Not yet. There are," she paused, looking for the right words, "concerning events in motion. I cannot say more than that, so please do not ask."
Raph studied her for a few moments, then nodded. "Alright. I just," he looked away briefly, "I don't like seeing you this upset."
She looked at him fondly, "I appreciate that, Raphael. I truly do. However, it would be irresponsible for me to talk about it now." Now the set of her jaw told him that was all she would say.
He nodded and let it go.
To Gloriana, this was a minor obstacle. She did not want her charges to know she was keeping watch on them all the time now. She was worried, but she didn't want them to worry. So, she stayed invisible to them, except on her visits. She had quickly grown fond of the time spent with them, aware that it was something she had missed out on while actually alive. She tried to dwell on that as little as possible.
As other Guardians came into view or passed by, she nodded to them. Some returned it. Others didn't. She was used to it. As much as she was worried about what was going on with Gabriel, Glory was wondering if this was an exorcise in futility. Still. Better safe than sorry, she supposed.
After a month or two, however, she became more than a little concerned when Gabriel had not contacted her yet. She knew he could take care of himself, he was an archangel after all. She contemplated trying to get in touch with him, but she was afraid of alerting people that she really shouldn't. Undoubtedly, Phanuel would wonder why she wanted to talk with her old mentor. He may not be in on any conspiracies, but Phanuel did not like Glory very much and the feeling was quite mutual.
Then she started noticing a darkening of the Aether surrounding everything. It was a subtle thing, but the shadows were noticeably starting to creep. It was getting worse, she thought darkly. She spent most time not spent watching Raph and Cassie pacing in her quarters. She was careful not to let on, but Cassie and her father could tell something was wrong. Raphael finally asked her what was bothering her one night.
"What's on your mind?" Like everything, his voice was quiet when he asked.
"What? I am not sure what you mean, Raphael." She had known the question was coming, by the way both he and Cassie were watching her while she was around. Almost as closely as she was watching them.
"Come on. I may have only known you for a few months, but I am pretty good at reading people. You've been looking jittery for over a week now."
She was quiet for a time, looking at him, through him really. She didn't think it would be a good idea to tell him anything. Finally, she set her lips together. "I cannot say. Not yet. There are," she paused, looking for the right words, "concerning events in motion. I cannot say more than that, so please do not ask."
Raph studied her for a few moments, then nodded. "Alright. I just," he looked away briefly, "I don't like seeing you this upset."
She looked at him fondly, "I appreciate that, Raphael. I truly do. However, it would be irresponsible for me to talk about it now." Now the set of her jaw told him that was all she would say.
He nodded and let it go.
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